When we reached our street, however, we realized that we only had a working key to the front gate. At first we thought that this wasn't a problem, Sarah, in theory, was supposedly home and we could knock and easily get in. Unfortunately, when we knocked we received no answer. Being the control freak that I am, this really bothered me. I wanted to get in and it wasn't fair that I couldn't. (Can we say "Me monster"?)
So after a few minutes of knocking and whining from yours truly, I decided to try another approach. On the stairwell there is a little wall, partly thick blocks of glass, partly sheet rock... or something. So I climbed up on the wall and reached for our kitchen window. To my delight one side was unlocked. To Julie's horror, I climbed over the wall and into our kitchen. Quite exciting.
The one thing I wish was that I was better about accepting the little bumps in my perfect routine (-eye roll-). Hopefully, that is something God will e fixing in me. Thankfully, He never gives up on even the most stubborn of his sheep.